Crossing the bar

Today is the day of Granddad's funeral. Although I can't be there to say my goodbyes, I am thinking of him every moment, and took myself off to the beach to have a few quiet moments. As a navy man, I felt that this poem was appropriate for him today.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Crossing the Bar, Alfred Lord Tennyson